S Quotes
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“She watched the sun bleed water out of the icicle. Warm and cold working together to make an icicle. Warm and cold anger working together to make a fury, a fury worthy enough to use as a weapon against the old things that still needed fighting.”
Source: Wicked
“She watched the thick, clear plastic sheeting covering the hole on the roof rise and fall in tune with the wintry blasts like the last gasps of a dying man.”
Source: New Reform
“She watched with amusement as Wallace paced restlessly around the overloaded settee, obviously trying to calculate how he too could sit there.
"Wallace," Keir said dryly, "I dinna know where you think you'll find a blessed inch of empty space."
The terrier persisted, however, hopping up near their feet and painstakingly crawling over their bodies.
"Wallace will come to London with us, of course," Merritt said, reaching out swiftly to steady the dog as he wobbled.”
Source: Devil in Disguise
“She watches her mother drink, then sits by her again before the picture window to watch the snow fall, watching closely until she can hear it.
. . . Rachel listens to snow. And beyond snow.”
Source: Be My Wolff
“She watches him as a cat would watch a mouse.”
Source: The Works of D. Jonathan Swift: In Nine Volumes
“She watches him for hours. She wants to be the sheets that cover his toes. She wants to be the ceiling separating him from the sky: above him, the first thing he sees before and after dreams. She wants to be the open window letting in the light for him.”
Source: Touch
“She watches him walk around the room, naked apart from those silly flip-flops he's put on because his feet feel the cold. She marvels at his lack of self-consciousness. He has a good body: tall and broad with a pronounced rump and the mearest hint of a thirty-something pounch, but he appears unaware of his physicality in these moments in way that a woman never would be. A woman, Kate thinks, would be worried about her flabby belly or her wide thighs or the fact that her breasts are more saggy that she'd like and she would assume she was being monitored by the male eyes in the room. Yet Jake treats his body as his own, inhabiting it with confidence. - (Page 277)”
Source: Magpie
“She watches Simon's profile as he drives, concentrating, but he keeps turning to her, and every time he does so, he is smiling. He doesn't seem to care, and she wonders if, actually, he wants to be caught. In some ways she does, because she knows, already, albeit crazily swiftly, that she wants more of this man, that once was never, ever going to be enough.”
Source: One Moment, One Morning
“She waved desperately, putting her hand out the window, but wasn't sure anyone would be able to see it.
"What can I do? What can I do to show them that I'm alive?" she wailed.
Pascal just looked at her.
"Oh, right," she said. "Not thinking at all. Thanks, buddy."
She gathered up as much of her hair as she could and flung it through the window. Hard.
Like a thousand baby spiders parachuting into the sky, it glittered and sparkled-- completely unmagically, just because of the sunlight-- before falling down to hang along the wall of the tower, rippling in the wind.”
Source: What Once Was Mine
“She waved, hoping the little creatures sealed inside the glass and bone chrysalis could see her, and tried not to cry.
The Beast saw her.
"I'll come back. Whatever happens," he promised. "I'm... king now. I need to share the fate of my people."
Somehow that only made Belle want to cry more.
"You aren't out of danger yourself," the Beast reminded her gravely. "You're in the middle of the woods with a beast as the curse grows stronger. I won't be able to control it forever."
Belle had a sudden vision of her body, and blood-stained snow, like something out of a fairy tale gone wrong. She shook her head.
"No. You would never hurt me."
The Beast gave a wan smile.... and then leaned over and kissed her on the forehead.
"I would kill myself first," he whispered.”
Source: As Old as Time
“She wavers, she hesitates; in one word — she is a woman.”
“She: We broke up.
Male Friend: You okay? You need to talk? Shoulder to cry on? You want to come over? Go to dinner? Sleep with me finally?”
“She wears her clothes as if they were thrown on with a pitchfork.”
“she wears her fears, embroidered to perfection. she wears the darkness like a dress. she slays her demons and still looks like a princess”
“She wears her imperfections like a crown,
Illuminating the night with a vermilion renown.”
Source: The Book of Poems: Verses of the Heart
“She wears high tech Devo suit, she changed her name to Xerox, she hides quaaludes in her boots.”
“She wears it so beautifully doesn’t she, her pain… Always smiling, always positive…. always happy to help… It’s like a garment perfectly tailored to fit the way she carries it… with a touch of grace… and the quietness of that sad smile….
All so you’d never know how heavy it really was.”
“She wears poetry in her eyes”
“She wears products from me that change her appearance, and it almost makes up for the fact that she is too fair to ever look like me. When I see her, absent the sunspots of her peers, her teeth shining white in that ever-benevolent smile, I think, There, there I am. Because that's what a sister is: a piece of yourself you can finally love, because it's in someone else.”
Source: The Space Between Worlds
“She wears strength and darkness equally well,
The girl has always been half goddess, half hell”
Source: Fierce Fairytales: Poems and Stories to Stir Your Soul
“She wears the braid every day and always, by lunchtime, the curls and ringlets of her thick mane have managed to escape in rebellious little tendrils. But she refuses to surrender to that hair of hers, and every morning, it goes back into the braid.”
Source: If I Stay
“She wears trouble like a crown. If she ever falls in love, she’ll fall like a comet, burning the sky as she goes.”
Source: Black Heart: The Curse Workers
“She weaves me anew, sacred and true
Naked to her strength, I hear anew
I need not even seek her
for, she is here with me.
Infinite space, sacred hums
where all returns to one.
The truths revealed and the lessons
unraveled
Seeker of time, I need not even travel
All is here, with this one sacred love,
sacred embrace.”
Source: Sutras of the Heart: Spiritual Poetry to Nourish the Soul
“She welcomed the opportunity for some lighthearted humor in the dark times they were experiencing. It almost made her forget her current predicament. Almost.”
Source: The Manhattanville Incident: An Undead Novel
“She went again and bought this car, too, from an antique dealer. He almost gave it away, saying it will never run again. It has the old days’ engine, the kind you don’t find in this era. A change of engines and batteries, a new set of all-terrain-tires, some safety trackers, sensors, and, well, a whole list of other things with 300% luck to make it run again through the Junk Land—the land outside the cities where it’s only ruins and rubble. Needs hard work, yes. But Kusha instantly liked the color of its body, the moment she saw it—a sort of green with greyish tint, and a good load of rust.”
Source: The High Auction
“She went alone to the vast room where the second-hand clothes were kept. Later, she thought it the happiest hour of her life. There were silks and brocades by the yard, and pile upon pile of hats, wigs, cloaks, and masks. After two years in wretched rags, even the linen shifts felt as soft as thistledown. She whirled from one delight to another- clutching lace, burying her nose in furs, holding flashy paste jewels next to her new-bleached skin.
Catching her reflected eye in the mirror she laughed out loud, her red mouth wide and knowing. She put aside a few carefully-chosen costumes and elbow-length mittens. Then, finally, she chose a few costumes of a particular nature: shiny satin, ebony black.
Lastly, she gathered the garments she would wear for her journey: a grass-green woolen gown and a lace cap and apron. The effect was somewhat grand for a domestic servant. Her auburn locks were pinned tightly, her figure flattered by a frilled muslin kerchief, crisscrossed in an 'X' over her breast. Pulling out a few auburn tendrils from her cap, she adjusted her bodice to show a little more flesh. Then she grew very still, and smiled slowly into the empty space before her.
"How do you do, sir," she said with a graceful curtsy. "Now, what pretty dish might you care for tonight?”
Source: A Taste for Nightshade
“She went around reading everything- the directions on the grits bag, Tate's notes, and the stories from her fairy-tale books she had pretended to read for years. Then one night she made a little oh sound, and took the old Bible from the shelf. Sitting at the table, she turned the thin pages carefully to the one with the family names. She found her own at the very bottom: There it was, her birthday: Miss Catherine Danielle Clark, October 10, 1945. Then, going back up the list, she read the real names of her brothers and sisters:
Master Jeremy Andrew Clark, January 2, 1939. "Jeremy," she said out loud. "Jodie, I sure never thought a' you as Master Jeremy."
Miss Amanda Margaret Clark, May 17, 1937. Kya touched the name with her fingers. Repeated it several times.
She read on. Master Napier Murphy Clark, April 14, 1936. Kya spoke softly, "Murph, ya name was Napier."
At the top, the oldest, Miss Mary Helen Clark, September 19, 1934. She rubbed her fingers over the names again, which brought faces before her eyes. They blurred, but she could see them all squeezed around the table eating stew, passing cornbread, even laughing some. She was ashamed that she had forgotten their names, but now that she'd found them, she would never let them go again.
Above the list of children she read: Mister Jackson Henry Clark married Miss Julienne Maria Jacques, June 12, 1933. Not until that moment had she known her parents' proper names.
She sat there for a few minutes with the Bible open on the table. Her family before her.
Time ensures children never know their parents young. Kya would never see the handsome Jake swagger into an Asheville soda fountain in early 1930, where he spotted Maria Jacques, a beauty with black curls and red lips, visiting from New Orleans.”
Source: Where the Crawdads Sing
“She went around with a broken heart, and she wasn't sure who'd broken it. She thought it was herself, mostly.”
Source: My Name Is Memory
“She went away in beauty's flower,
Before her youth was spent;
Ere life and love had lived their hour
God called her, and she went.
Yet whispers Faith upon the wind:
No grief to her was given.
She left your love and went to find
A greater one in heaven.”
Source: Look Homeward, Angel
“She went away, she cut me like a knife Hello beautiful thing, maybe you could save my life In just a glance, down here on magic street Loves a fool's dance And I ain't got much sense, but I still got my feet.”
“She went back to Shane and settles in on his lap again, arm around his neck. His circled her waist. "I thought you had to go," he said. "And don't think i didn't see you kissing on my best friend." "He deserved it." "Yeah. Maybe i ought to kiss him, too." Michael, on his way out, didn't bother to turn around for that one. "Oh sure, you always promise.”
Source: Black Dawn
“She went crazy with a calm face, justifiably so.”
Source: Hey Nostradamus!
“She went down softly in the distance, nothing more than a feather falling gently against a pond, barely visible through the red mist and dark fog surrounding her. Not a sound was heard beside the caw of the crows nearby and the rustling of leaves.
The cries of the damned, after all, were seen but never heard.”
Source: Hymn of The Night
“She went from angry to calm so fast that he wondered if she wasn’t the Ferrari of moms. Her top speed had to be .65 nanoseconds.’ (Nick)”
Source: Chronicles of Nick
“She went from one pair of arms to another, laughing and flirting.
It was nothing short of grueling.
She was aware of Tom's presence the entire time. And all the while, she was painfully aware that none of this was remotely comparable to that evening in the Clare winter garden, when Tom had waltzed her through shadows and moonlight as if on midnight wings. She'd never experienced that kind of ease, almost a rapture of movement, before or since. Her body still remembered the touch of his hands, so capable and gentle, guiding her without push or pull. So effortless.”
Source: Chasing Cassandra
“She went from opera, park, assembly, play,
To morning walks, and prayers three hours a day.
To part her time 'twixt reading and bohea,
To muse, and spill her solitary tea,
Or o'er cold coffee trifle with the spoon,
Count the slow clock, and dine exact at noon.”
“She went kind of pink and laughed, the kind of laugh you do when you know yo shouldn't be laughing. The kind of laugh that spoke of a conspiracy.”
“She went of her own accord,' answered the master; 'she has a right to go if she please. Trouble me no more about her. Hereafter she is only me sister in name: not because I disown her, but because she has disowned me.”
“she went on a solo trip to Italy, role-playing a character in a Forster novel. In Florence, she read performatively in cafés and sat in the cool of exquisite churches, straining for some kind of spiritual feeling. In Rome, she visited the Non-Catholic Cemetery and sought out the graves of Keats and Shelley and found herself moved and mortified by being moved.”
Source: You Are Here
“She went on because there was no going back.”
“She went on to explain Tom's proposition to write an agreement together, about the things they valued and needed, the compromises they would be willing to make, the lines that had to be drawn.
"But it wouldn't be legal," Devon said.
"I think," Kathleen ventured, "the point is that it shows Cassandra's thoughts and feelings matter to Mr. Severin."
"It means he wants to listen to her," Phoebe added, "and take her opinions into consideration."
"Diabolical bastard," West muttered, although the corner of his mouth twitched with rueful amusement.”
Source: Chasing Cassandra
“She went on, “Yes, Porter and I did discuss divorce, and we realized we loved each other too much to do anything so silly.”
“That’s got to be a comfort to you now,” I said. “I can imagine how painful it would be to have someone you care for die with a lot of unresolved --”
“Yes!” she exclaimed. “That is exactly right!” She gave me an approving lashless gaze.
“See, gay guys always understand these things!”
“We’re born with that understanding gene,” I said.”
Source: Death of a Pirate King
“She went out and took a last long look at the shabby little library. She knew she would never see it again. Eyes changed after they looked at new things. If in the years to be she were to come back, her new eyes might make everything seem different from the way she saw it now. The way it was now was the way she wanted to remember it.”
Source: A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
“She went out in the city with its lights like a radioactive phosphorescence, wandered through galleries where the high-priced art on the walls was the same as the graffiti scrawled outside by taggers who were arrested or killed for it, went to parties in hotel rooms where white-skinned, lingerie-clad rock stars had been staying the night their husbands shot themselves in the head, listened to music in nightclubs where stunning boyish actors had OD'd on the pavement.”
“She went right down into her own personal experience for everything, reached down and pulled something out of herself that was unique and extraordinary. She had no techniques. It was all the truth, it was only Marilyn. But it was Marilyn, plus. She found things, found things about womankind in herself.”
“She went through the interview process three times, and each time she came out on top. 'They kept testing you because they didn't want to give the position to a woman,' a friend in human resources confided to her. Eventually, however, the center was obligated to hire Gloria, the best candidate for the job, the first woman in the position.”
Source: Hidden Figures
“She went to him because there was no other choice.”
Source: Bound Together
“She went to him. She adjusted, became a quieter more subdued person. She didn't kill, but she seemed to die a little.”
Source: Kindred
“She went to take his order. "What can I get for you?" she asked him.
He set down his cup, crooked his finger for her to lean close. When she did, he whispered against her ear, "You, over easy." Bold and suggestive. Teasingly sexy.”
Source: The Café Between Pumpkin and Pie
“She went to the church to sit in the cave of stone, filled with the voices of strangers. Murmurs coming through the air, bowling in the ceiling and sifting down with the speckled greens and blues, the deep dark red of the stained glass at the end of the nave. She sat in the hard wooden pew and waited for the hymns. And when the singing started, she could weep. She went to the church to open her mouth and feel her heart again, constricted, struggling, banging against her throat, the tears there in the place of words, her voice struggling out in the vast air, stopped by grief.”
Source: The Guest Book